#bi reader

you weren’t usually one to get involved with her type, though, just thirsting from a distance to the point where your thighs would clench together during nearly all of your shifts. you’d slide your fingers through your slick folds at home later after clocking out, fresh out of the shower, imagining their sexy faces buried inside your cunt and coming around your fingers to wishes that they were the ones touching you instead.

a lot of people like maki frequented your bar, and many of them tried to catch you, but none of them had enough game for your taste, and so you simply only had the desire to keep everything in your head so as to not ruin your fantasy.

that is, until maki herself came along.

she had a tendency to lean over the counter, licking her lips insatiably while she watched your body sway as you walked from corner to corner to serve other customers. you never hid the fact you knew her eyes were always lingering on you, smirking flirtatiously every time you passed by her throughout the night.

when it was less busy, you’d chat about nothing and everything together, you leaning your elbows against the counter top whilst your chin rested in your palms, unable to hide how much you were enjoying the conversation. her eyes would flicker incessantly between yours and your mouth, both of your minds clouded with the same thoughts that you still hadn’t dared to speak aloud to each other.

it was silently noted by the both of you that things would progress eventually. who would be the first to break through the undeniable tension? that was the real question.

“you know,” maki purred, fingers tapping tauntingly on her empty rum glass, “riding a motorcycle is pretty boring without company.”

you looked at her, a sly smile beginning to tug at your lips. “oh, yeah?” you teased.

she nodded, sliding the glass over towards you. you picked it up, then placed it in the bus bin. “yeah,” she smiled, eyes darkening with that enticing glow they always seemed to carry, “care for a ride?”

maki's motorcycle isn’t the only thing you ended up riding that night.

she carelessly threw her helmet onto the floor of her apartment, kicking the door shut aggressively behind her as she assisted in removing your own. her lips were on yours immediately, pushing your back against the hallway walls with each swipe of her tongue across yours as you stumbled over towards her bedroom.

with a harsh slap to your ass, she tossed you onto the bed, mouth finding your neck and collarbone as she sloppily left marks along your soft skin. you involuntary wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her down further onto your body. she let out a soft grunt, teeth sinking into your pulse point.

with a gasp, you fisted her shirt, her briefly pausing her lips on your neck to remove it and toss it somewhere onto the floor. her hands slid beneath the hem of yours, fingertips padding into your sensitive spots as her tongue dragged across the beautiful purples and blues decorating your throat. you moaned, lifting your hips impatiently to tell her you wanted her, that you needed more.

you groaned the moment her fingers squeezed your breasts, her quickly unhooking your bra and removing it along with your shirt without barely breaking apart from you. your whines filled every corner of her mouth as she kissed you again, continuing to toy with your hardened nipples between her fingertips.

you squealed and she chuckled. “you like that?” she muttered, biting down on your bottom lip, “fuck, you make the prettiest sounds, sweetheart.”

within seconds, she had the rest of your clothing discarded and your positions flipped so you were straddling her lap, her hands resting smugly behind her head as she eyed your beautiful, bare body exposed and resting on top of her. “fuck yourself for me, baby” she cooed, “show me how you ride it.”

your lips quivered as you slid along her cunt, her clit bumping against yours sending shivers down your spine. you were already drooling, cheeks flushed as she tickled your bundle of nerves with each drop of your hips. “y–you feel so– ngh– good, maki.”

“you know how to fuck me so well, don’t you?” she hummed, one hand moving to rest gently against your cheek, “you look so pretty like this, riding my pussy.” she huffed out a puff of air as she pulsed against your slick folds. “think you were made for me.”

it didn’t take long for your positions to be switched again, your leg thrown over her thigh, cunt being wrecked as her hands squeezed your throat and hips.

“you hear yourself?” she groaned, knot growing in your stomach, “you’re fucking soaked for me.”

you were crying, mewling, body squirming along the sheets as he she rode your sensitive, puffy cunt with precision, her slightly calloused fingertips toying with your nipples as if her life depended on it.

“fuck,” she hissed, hips sputtering as she felt your arousal drip out of you, “you feel so. damn. perfect.”

your throat cracked, legs shaking as she licked a clean stripe up your sternum, the coil in your stomach on the verge of snapping. “fuck, maki!” you screamed, back arching with each grind of her hips, “i’m gonna f–fucking come!”

she rolled her eyes blissfully, letting out a soft whine that nearly threw you off guard with the contrast of how she had been up until that point, heavy breaths falling from her lips as she pushed you over the edge.

“oh my god,” you cried, gasping as you squirted all over her cunt, the filthy squelching of your splashing, sticky cum increasing the filthy schlaps of her lower lips against yours, “fuck, fuck!”

“look at you,” maki groaned, hardly slowing her thrusts. your whines only guided her closer to releasing, “so fucked-out and a mess for me already.”

you nodded, eyelids fluttering, body still vibrating as maki finally reached her peak, gritting her teeth as she pulled away from you at the last possible second.

“open your mouth,” she growled, barely giving you any time to do what she commanded before sitting on your face and rubbing her cunt messily all over your lips, “such a good girl.”

you moaned against her, slurping desperately and swallowing everything she gave you as she sent slow, hard thrust to a still.

“fuck, who taught you how to do this?” she choked, one hand reaching to grab your strands firmly as she squirted all of her cum on your face, “so filthy and perfect, jesus christ.”

she lifted herself off of you slowly, the sweet pop of your mouth releasing her clit wanting to rest permanently in her brain. she collapsed beside you, letting out a loud exhale of exhaustion and pure elation. it was the best kind of feeling.

“that was… just, wow,” you exclaimed, turning your head to the side to look at her. you were still shaking and a wreck.

she did the same, twisting her head in your direction, peaking her eyes over her arms that she rested her face in as she lay on her stomach. her smirk was hidden, but you could still sense it. “yeah?” she cooed, “think you’d like to do this again sometime?”

you lowered your lids, dark and enticing, before turning your body to fully face her. "hmmm,” your lips turned cunning, hand slipping beneath her stomach to reach her still pulsing clit. she gasped as you grazed slid your fingers between her folds. “what do you think?”

in an instant, you were pinned below her again, jaw resting firmly in one of her palms whilst the other cupped your begging, needy cunt. “i think,” she started, slow and deliberate, squeezing your cheeks and coating her fingers with your slick, “you want me to break you until you’re completely ruined and fucked for anyone else.”

you wrapped your arms around the nape of her neck, bringing her down to kiss you, your lips finding hers with soft passion. when you pulled away, you smiled again; it was laced with profound desire. you were done for, completely whipped.

“you,” your voice was low, quiet, whilst one hand reached to toy with her cunt again, thumb sliding across her soaked hole. she hissed, “are absolutely correct.”

———————————————————

You and Spencer met through one of your close friends, Penelope Garcia, around four months ago, and your relationship was going great. The only thing you worried about was your almost 10-year age gap. Spencer was 33, and you were recently 24. There were a lot more things he had experienced that you hadn’t, and you didn’t want them to interfere with your relationship.

One of these things was sex. It wasn’t that you didn’t like sex you had done it a couple of times but it wasn’t enjoyable, you had more pleasure in doing it yourself than either of the times you had been with men in the past.

You knew Spencer was a man, he most likely wanted to have sex but you also knew he was respectful and would never force you to do something you didn’t want to. You’d spoken to Penelope about it and she told you to speak to Spencer about it but that was over a month ago.

Spencer was at your apartment watching a movie and you had been kissing for a little while until you pulled away and turned back to the TV.

Spencer fidgeted beside you rubbing his shoulder after getting comfortable, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You said not looking away from the TV. 

“I think we need to talk about something,” Spencer said pausing the movie. 

“What is it?” You asked turning to face him again, spotting that he was flustered. 

“Are you… attracted to me?” He asked. 

“Yeah obviously baby,” You said kissing his cheek, “Play the movie?”

“No that’s not all…”

“What is it?” You asked again.

“I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you or that this is a massive deal to me but I think it’s something we should discuss…” Spencer started. 

“Okay,” You dragged out the last letter of the word. 

“We’ve been together 4 months by that time most people have gone further than kissing on the sofa, I didn’t want to bring it up because it doesn’t bother me that we aren’t having sex, I would love to when you’re ready I want to make you feel good… sexually.”

“Oh, right well I’m just not compatible with sex stuff so it doesn’t matter to me but I know guys want or need sex so I understand you asking.”

“No honey, I don’t need sex, I went a long time of my life without it. Wait what do you mean you’re not compatible with it?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.

“Umm,” You blushed and looked down, “Men can’t make me… you know orgasm.”

“That’s not got anything to do with you or your compatibility with sex,” Spencer said.

“What do you mean? It’s definitely something wrong with me if both the men I’ve been with haven’t been able to get me there,” You rolled your eyes so Spencer couldn’t see.

“Let me ask you some questions, is that okay?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you masturbate?” Spencer asked without hesitation. 

You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but closed it again not

expecting that to be his first question, “Sorry, I didn’t expect- um yeah I do.”

“And do you reach an orgasm on your own?” 

“Yeah… most of the time,” You looked up at him.

“There, there’s no problem with you it’s just the men you were with.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You said yourself you orgasm when you’re spending time on yourself, you know what you like so you’re the best example to go off. If you need me to keep going I can ask, Did these men do any kind of foreplay?”

“Not really,” You shrugged.

“Foreplay is essential, studies show that only thirty percent of women can orgasm by intercourse alone,” Spencer said tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Really? So it’s common?” 

Spencer hummed, “Yes sweetheart you need someone who communicates with you that’s the main factor. Communication.”

“Okay… I’m happy to try having sex,” You said, you were already slightly turned on from the kissing and his factual knowledge of female orgasms.

“Not today,” Spencer said.

“Oh… okay,” You shrugged feeling slightly rejected.

“Wait I mean I want to make you come,” Spencer corrected himself, “without sex, I want to show you how you should be treated.”

You smiled, “Okay, how?” 

“You are going to tell me what you like while I touch you,” Spencer said but phrased it more like a question that you needed to respond to. 

“Okay.” 

Spencer tilted your head up with his thumb and finger before leaning in to kiss you once again. 

Your kisses were a little more electric and passionate than usual and when your tongues curled together a wave of butterflies burst inside your stomach. A small gasp escaped your mouth when one of Spencer’s hands moved to your thigh, running it over your clothes. 

“Is that nice?” Spencer asked pulling back from the kiss. 

“Yes,” You reconnect your lips before he squeezes your thigh. 

The kissing continued for a little while until you pulled away, “What’s next?” You asked out of breath. 

“What do you usually do?” Spencer asked, a hand moving to your hair and playing with it. 

“Well, I like being in my bedroom for starters.”

“Should we go there?” 

You nod, standing up from the sofa and taking his hand. He’d been in your bedroom before when he had slept over but this was different. 

“What next?” He asked sitting on the end of the bed. 

“I usually use a vibrator, sometimes I finger myself,” You couldn’t help but blush at your words, you couldn’t believe you were telling your boyfriend this. 

“Good, we can work with that,” Spencer smiled, pulling you closer to him. 

“I don’t want you to use my vibrator on me.”

“That’s fine honey,” Spencer kissed your swollen lips once again. 

You took it upon yourself to lay down on your bed after your lips disconnected. 

Spencer lingered over the top of you playing with the hem of your shirt, “Can I undress you?” 

“Yes,” Within a matter of minutes, your clothes minus your panties were on the floor. 

“You’re beautiful,” Spencer kissed your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. 

“Thank you,” You sighed softly. 

“I’m going to start here okay?” Spencer asked his mouth in line with your left breast. 

“Mhm o-okay.”

He lowered his mouth to your nipple taking it inside his mouth and lapping circles around it in between quick sucks while he massaged the other one.

“Oh,” A breathy moan left your mouth, “That feels so good.”

Spencer hummed sending vibrations to your breast. Your fingers threaded in his hair pulling it gently neither of the men you had been with before had ever done this. 

Spencer switched breasts doing the same for your right one as he had the left. You felt yourself growing wetter than you had ever felt, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

One of his hands made its way between your legs as he used two fingers to run over the fabric of your panties.

“You’re wet honey,” He dipped his fingers inside the underwear, “Do you want me to take them off?” 

“Yes please,” You sigh with pleasure. 

Spencer slid the underwear down your legs throwing them somewhere on the floor, “I might have to buy you a new pair,” he laughed. 

His soft fingers connected with the slick wetness between your folds rubbing from the entrance to your clit several times. He used his middle and ring fingers to rub the small nub of nerves in circles in a mix of different pressures to see what brought the best reaction out of you. 

The harder he pressed the more your eyes flickered closed, it felt amazing what he was doing, “Mhm Spence.”

“Is this good baby?” Spencer asked massaging it faster. 

“A-amazing,” You stuttered with a moan. 

Without much notice he used his other hand to start penetrating, He pushed his middle finger inside of you slowly making sure not to hurt you as he entered.

Long breathily moans exited your mouth at the feeling of him inside of you and the moans only got louder as he curled the finger moving it in and out a bit faster making sure to hit the spongy wall inside of you. 

“More,” You groaned, You could feel your stomach tightening but nothing like how it usually felt when you came on your own. You didn’t want to be upset but you were starting to feel frustrated that nothing anyone else did to you could ever get you to that point. 

Spencer plunged another finger inside of you copying the same movement as the first finger, curling it and moving both of them at a quick pace. 

“I can’t,” You groaned in frustration. 

“Honey, you can, I’m here for you. What doesn’t feel good?” Spencer asked stilling his fingers. 

“It feels good, so good, it’s just taking too long,” You frowned. 

“It’s not taking too long, It will take as long as it takes, I’ll be here for hours if I have to,” Spencer thrust his fingers again, adding his thumb to rub on your clit.  

You took your breast into your hands and fondled with your nipples to try to add some extra pleasure. 

“I’m going to try something else,” Spencer said. He kept his fingers inside of you still pushing them into your g-spot but he removed his thumb from your clit. 

In a matter of a few seconds, his mouth was on you, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves. 

You rolled your eyes back, the subtle ache burning inside your stomach. It intensified as his lips attached to your swollen clit sucking it gently. 

“Spencer, fuck!” You growled while trying to catch your breath. 

When he realised it was working based on the sounds you made and the clenching around his fingers he sped up both of the actions; sucking harder and thrusting harder and deeper. 

This was the familiar sensation you felt from when you used your vibrator burned inside of your stomach, “Please don’t stop,” You moaned grabbing hold of his hair. 

“Yes, Yes Spencer oh my god!” You rocked against his face to pick up as much friction as possible. 

Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he sucked harder on your clit just before you came undone, his name falling from your mouth with loud moans.

After regaining your breath he removed his fingers, sucking them clean to taste all of you. 

“Oh my god, thank you,” You pulled him up between your legs so his head was resting near your chest as you kissed his lips. 

“Honey there’s no need to thank me, I’ll always make sure that happens.” 

“That may have been the best orgasm I've ever had in my life,” You giggled. 

“I’m going to keep competing with myself to give you better ones each time,” Spencer smiled, laying his head on your breasts and using them as a pillow.

“What can I do for you?” You asked running your fingertips through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

Because he’s so safe that it makes your chest ache with how badly you want this to go well.

You swallow hard. “Buck?”

“Hm?” His eyes stay on the screen for a second before drifting to you instantly when he hears the strain in your voice. His whole expression softens. “You okay, doll?”

The concern almost makes you cry immediately.

You look down at the tea. “Can I tell you something?”

Bucky shifts without hesitation, muting the TV and turning fully toward you like nothing in the world matters more than listening.

“Always.”

Your stomach twists.

You hadn’t planned for this tonight. You’d spent weeks trying to convince yourself it didn’t matter. That you didn’t need to tell him. But then your mom had hung up on you earlier after saying she “didn’t understand why you had to choose this lifestyle,” and your friend had awkwardly stopped inviting you places after you came out to her, and suddenly the hurt was sitting so heavy in your chest you could barely breathe around it.

And now here Bucky is looking at you like you’re something precious.

It terrifies you.

“I’m bi,” you blurt out finally, the words tumbling together too fast. “Bisexual. I—I like men and women and I’ve known for a long time but I didn’t tell people because I was scared and when I finally did it went really badly and now I just—”

Your voice cracks.

Humiliation floods hot beneath your skin immediately.

You stare down at your lap before he can see your eyes watering. “Sorry. That sounded stupid.”

“What?” Bucky says immediately, sharp and disbelieving.

You flinch a little at the intensity in his voice, but then his hand is suddenly cupping your cheek gently, guiding your gaze back up to him.

“Hey. No.” His brows pull together. “None of that. Don’t do that to yourself.”

Your throat tightens painfully.

He looks devastated that you would even think that.

“I just…” You laugh weakly. “People didn’t react great.”

Something dark flashes briefly across Bucky’s face at that. Not anger at you—never at you. Anger for you.

“That’s their failure,” he says firmly. “Not yours.”

You blink rapidly.

He says it so easily.

Like it’s obvious.

Like there’s nothing shameful about you at all.

“I thought maybe something was wrong with me for a while,” you admit quietly. “Everyone acted like I’d changed somehow after I told them. Like I was suddenly… different.”

Bucky stares at you for a long moment, eyes impossibly soft.

“Doll,” he says gently, “you know what I see?”

You shake your head slightly.

“I see the same person I fell in love with.”

That breaks you.

A small sound escapes your throat before tears finally spill over, and Bucky is moving instantly, pulling you into his lap with an urgency that makes your chest cave in on itself.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, wrapping both arms around you tightly. “C’mere.”

You hide your face against his neck, embarrassed by how hard you’re crying now.

“I didn’t want you to think differently of me,” you whisper shakily.

Bucky actually leans back enough to look offended.

“Differently?” he repeats. “Honey, I’m proud of you.”

You freeze.

Proud.

The word hits somewhere deep and aching inside you.

Bucky brushes his fingers carefully beneath your eyes, wiping tears away with heartbreaking tenderness.

“I know how hard it is to tell people who you are when you’re scared they won’t love you after,” he says quietly. “Trust me. I know that feeling.”

Your chest tightens because of course he does.

The Winter Soldier. Hydra. Decades of being treated like something monstrous instead of human.

And still he’s here holding you like you’re something worthy of love.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” he says firmly. “Nothing broken. Nothing shameful. You hear me?”

You nod once, lip wobbling.

But Bucky tilts your chin up slightly. “No, sweetheart. I need you to hear me.”

His blue eyes are so earnest it almost hurts.

“You are good exactly as you are,” he says slowly. “You don’t owe anybody an apology for who you love. And anybody who made you feel small for this?” His jaw clenches slightly. “They don’t deserve access to you.”

Fresh tears well up immediately.

You laugh weakly through them. “You’re gonna make me cry harder.”

“Good,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Get it out.”

For a while he just holds you there against his chest, letting you breathe.

No judgment.

No discomfort.

No awkwardness.

Just warmth.

His fingers comb gently through your hair while the apartment settles into quiet around you.

Finally, you mumble against his shoulder, “You really don’t care?”

Bucky pulls back just enough to give you a look.

“Baby,” he says, almost amused, “I’m a hundred-year-old ex-assassin with one metal arm and enough trauma to fill several textbooks. You think I’m gonna be scandalized because my girlfriend likes more than one gender?”

A startled laugh bursts out of you.

“There’s my girl,” he says immediately, smiling softly when he hears it.

Your heart squeezes painfully.

“You know what I think?” he continues. “I think the world gets more versions of you to love. Seems pretty lucky to me.”

You stare at him.

Then suddenly you’re kissing him.

Bucky makes a surprised noise before melting into it instantly, one hand cradling the back of your head carefully like you’re precious.

When you pull away, he rests his forehead against yours.

“So,” he murmurs, smiling a little, “you still stuck with me?”

You sniffle out another laugh. “Yeah, Barnes. I think so.”

“Good,” he says softly. “Because I’m really proud of you, sweetheart.”

Bully- Bully- BULLY!!! He's so mean for literally no reason

In this AU, he developed his powers sooner- But like slowly

You met as children on the co-ed softball team. He was so shy and nervous and you couldn't help but want to be friendly to him. At that point, he was receptive and nice back. You became close friends

Debbie adored you, because she saw how close you and Mark were and she thought he really needed friends, especially with the way how his father is

Then one day everything changes. You were going against another team and Mark was at bat when he hit the ball and it practically flew into space. Everyone was mesmerized and shocked-

"What the fuck-" The coach looks at Mark, before yelling for him to run

He got his powers- This was an exciting moment for him

He kind of wanted to tell you, hoping you'd be excited for him, but his father told him no

You stopped seeing him a lot in the neighborhood, but when you did, it seemed his personality shifted. He wasn't the nice boy you had met on your softball team

He grew resentful towards you, because while he had once been excited for his powers, it was starting to become draining. Knowing that you were living your life excitedly, unaffected by the world he knew- Well, it just wasn't fair...

You sorted reconnected when you got into high school. Sorta, because he kind of forced his way into your life- By being a fucking bully

He took every opportunity to make fun of you, shove you into a locker or taunt you

You weren't sure why he was like this, but no one was stopping him. Why would they believe you over perfect, popular Mark? You're nothing compared to him- And he makes sure you know that. He will drag you until you feel like nothing

He's always watching you for some reason. Or at least you think he's watching you... At school... But sometimes at home you can't shake the feeling of your hair sticking up... Is someone watching you in your room

Mark is an angry, jealous guy- Obviously- and he doesn't want you to feel a second of happiness. He just can't stand when you're giggling with some girl- Was her name Amber? Eve? Kate? Rae? Who cares, you looked enamored and happy. He hated it.

Whoever the girl was, he would make sure to dispose of her, even if it's Eve

You were saddened when your newly acquainted friend had just disappeared on you

Imagine your horror and disgust when her body was found in a shallow lake terribly disfigured. Who would do such a thing???

Mark starts acting strange after the incident... Like nicer to you

The icky jealous feeling that Mark usually feels, well it's changing

When you smile up at him, he doesn't feel the need to ruin your happiness...

You're smiling at him.... You're smiling.... At him?

Wow, he feels... Strange... and possessive